He found it physically painful to lie, which was unfortunate for someone who had spent most of his life as a spy. Back when everything was proceeding according to plan, year after year after year, he had gotten quite sloppy -- sometimes even announcing who he was and where he lived. What did it matter?“I’m a spy,” he’d tell the curious with a smile, “here on a long-term intelligence-gathering operation. But it’s super-top-secret, so if you don’t mind, that’s really all I can say about it.”